Secret Lives in octavia mae

Facing a full-length mirror in "octavia mae", she watches herself touch. Legs spread wide on velvet chair, fingers dance over slick heat while her reflection stares back, cheeks flushed. "octavia mae" frames both angles—real and mirrored—as she pinches nipples and plunges deep. The sight of her own desperation drives her wild; she moans "octavia mae" to her reflection like a lover. Faster circles, harder thrusts, until she’s panting "octavia mae, please" at the glass. Orgasm crashes through her, body shaking so hard the chair creaks, crying "octavia mae" as she squirts against her own hand, mesmerized by the woman coming apart in the mirror. 241 words.